(five and counting)
none of this helped at 5am in South Florida, however, and my yin attempted to quell my desire by stating the potential for biscuits later in the day. we're making the rounds to three different homes today, ranging from the hinterlands of west of Jog Road to the posh of A1A and Highland Beach, but i suspect there will be nary a biscuit in sight. the climate south of Alachua County is inhospitable to all things Southern, and an unspoken, odious attitude drapes over the beaches and canals...
(but now)
my mind turns to the ghost of Leo Frank. i believe he must be watching over us, attempting to set right history and carve out a little piece of heaven for those of us who (pleasantly) suffer from carbophilia. i think of the bagel and the biscuit, of yin and yang,
of Shiva and Brahma;
we have a lot to be thankful for.
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